Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.